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Murphy(61)



Taking the box from her arms, Nash felt his world shatter around him. The one and only woman he’d ever felt anything for and she was pushing him out of the door. “I’ll, erm, come and check on you in a few weeks,” he said.

“Don’t bother, Edward. There’s nothing for you here.”

Sophia closed the door behind him.

The drive back to the club was a blur. Nash didn’t see anything as he drove home. The club, The Skulls was his home. He didn’t have a spare place like his brother. Charging through the doors he ignored everyone as he passed. After Sophia’s rejection he needed some alone time.

Going to his room, he dropped the box on the floor and froze. He recognized Kate’s jewelry box. She’d shown it to him one night when he’d gone home with her. Opening up the box, Nash saw the evidence of Kate’s addiction. He’d never cared enough about Kate to see what was going on. Looking at the white powder in the bag, her addiction was glaring at him in the face.

Did he drive Kate to using?

Rolling the bag over in his hands, Nash tried to think what to do with it.

A knock at the door had him hiding the tiny white bag behind his back. His brother looked around the door.

“Hey,” Lash said.

“Hey.”

He felt hot and sweaty all over. What was he supposed to do with the bag?

“Angel and I are staying for dinner. I think Tate’s bringing Murphy back to the club. They’ve got some news to give to the club. Are you going to join us?” Lash asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute,” Nash said, smiling at his brother.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’d talk to me if anything was bothering you, wouldn’t you?” Lash asked.

This was his chance to show the bag.

“Yeah, of course.” The bag stayed behind his back.

Lash nodded. “See you downstairs.”

The door shut, leaving Nash alone with the drugs. Staring at the bag, Nash wondered what it would be like to get rid of all of his troubles.

No drugs. Tiny won’t allow it. Fuck over my life.

Even as he was fighting with himself to stop, Nash found himself opening the bag. Some oblivion wouldn’t hurt. It was only going to be this one time.



The End